[My Flower]

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We're just roses
And we keep growing taller
Our stems and roots tangle together
Desperately

it's not the water
It's not the sun
But our precious moon
that keeps our petals a bright red

as the beautiful moon stands over us 
as our thorns dig into each other
our petals touch
longingly

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